The Valley of Longing

Everyone’s lost

In the valley of longing.

It’s a journey within

When seeking belonging.

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Looking for something

To put one at ease.

Searching for light

Shining bright through the trees.

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Down your feet take you

Through mud and deep roots.

Clinging to branches,

As vision dilutes.

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You slip and you fall,

But you’re ready to see.

The future self’s guidance,

Deep within thee.

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The journey’s sufficient,

To make you fulfilled.

But right at the bottom,

Is quiet and still.

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Nothing but clay.

Clay and decay.

The truth of your life

Brings pain and dismay.

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No inner child,

No voice of the soul.

Yourself cannot guide you

You’re down in a hole.

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A selfish puddle

Of tears in rain.

With the realisation

You’re lost again.

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The valley of longing

Traps all the lost.

A prison organic

Where children are tossed.

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To thine own self be true,

Is a beautiful lie.

You’ll slip down inside,

And true truth will die.

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How to escape

The valley of longing?

Look to Zion

The city is dawning

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Written by Randall Evans.

Mind Control

Beware the path of instant dread,

That easy stream inside your head.

Red herrings swoop and plague your brain,

“What could be? Is it me?

Conclusions falling cold as rain.

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Infant thoughts so soft and small,

While waiting longer for a call.

Clawing, scratching, desperate plea.

“What to do? Not a clue!”

Don’t follow your anxiety.

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Quenching thoughts of self destruction,

Will your way to their disruption.

Avoid the fall into the view,

“It’s all done! I’m no one!”

And choose to think anew.

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All you do is all you can,

Your mind’s direction needs a plan,

To stop the worry based on myth.

“I was true. Tomorrow’s new.”

Control the voices you live with.

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Written by Randall Evans

Tea

I find great pleasure

In a tea

It’s warm and sweet and

Good to me.

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I watch steam rising

In the cold.

A warmly warmth that

Warms my soul.

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I hold the tea cup

In my hands,

Like it’s a tiny bird from

Fairy land.

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Mystical beverage of

Beautiful taste.

Like a grandmother’s hug

We all embrace.

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The taste of tea is

To the eye;

Morning dew and a

Golden sky.

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If I fail

Quite Miserably,

I’ll still find joy

With my tea.

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Written by Randall Evans.

The One You Need

Strive to be the one you need,

But search your inconsistency,

For injustice that is thrown on thee,

Reflects your incongruity.

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What are the traits you have in mind?

Are they the ones you left behind?

As you seek it’s true you’ll find,

Staring back your judging eye.

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Double standards in your heart,

So within yourself is where to start.

Look deep within and strip apart,

The real sin inside your heart.

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For kindness to find be kind.

If selfless you seek, rewind.

The values you must align,

Should shine from a place inside.

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Seek the one who makes you whole,

And be the one you’d want to know.

So when connection wakes your soul,

Your seeking heart can be on show

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Strive to be the one you need,

But search your inconsistency,

Remember words graced from above,

Your neighbour as yourself you love.

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Written by Randall Evans.

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Hearts Don’t Beat

Is it ok to be happy ?

To feel a joy inside my heart?

Feeling soft and sappy,

Looking to a brand new start.

All my rhymes have rhythm,

That hardly change at all.

But crafting with precision,

Reflex not how in love we fall.

Messy, bright and typical,

My breathing tastes so sweet.

Inside I feel that I am full

Winter pierced with summer heat.

Hearts don’t beat when they’re in love,

They pump out warmth and light.

Endless streams of boundless dreams

Kiss a soul goodnight.

Written by Randall Evans.

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Deflated

Deflated are my insides as I try to take a breath.

Just an empty shell as I refuse to get some rest.

I lack all the energy to beg and scream and yell.

The demon’s back to haunt me for I chose to ring his bell.

My soul is missing from my breath, but I found him in this pen.

I can’t see the light from here or any way to end.

My words are working magic now that I can’t feel inside.

Art will never save us all, it’s just a way to hide.

I wish to live without the pain, but pain is what I am.

When suffering is self induced you give up on your plan.

Nothing matters in your mind, everything is gone.

Why’d you chose to ring his bell? The best of you was on!

Hunger pains when you can’t eat.

Insomnia when you need sleep.

Poison pulsing through your veins

You can not stand the day to day.

Will the demon let me go?

And if so, will I know?

How much evil lives inside

My deflated self that I must hide…

Written by Randall Evans

Puppy Dog Eyes

I’m a spot in a puppy dog’s eye,

I, in eye, insignificant am I?

The tiny speck in the cutest face,

You notice not my rightful place.

I’m a nothing, if not the key,

A detail smaller than a flee.

But details add to masterpiece,

Piece by piece and none the least.

Have you seen what draws the spots?

The mystic pen that draws in dots?

The ink that hides reality,

Designed by devine magesty.

I’m a detail, nothing more.

To show creations biggest flaw.

That normal isn’t that at all,

It’s overwhelming art and awe.

Written by Randall Evans.